The Kingdom cometh upon Your Breath
Inhale
& the spark of fire that is life ignites within the body; upward it radiates through the crown
Exhale, and see the Kingdom appear; For your breathe of fire does singe a hole within the illusory screen of this dead world. And through this clearing, a city awaits
Continue to breathe, and as you exhale, speak clearly of what you see. Thus, the tongue brands Paradise upon the palette of the dead
Paint here the truth, that the city may be reflected until the dead take residency there and become the living
Your breath collects fog upon the window to the cold dead world; see now the barrier, and break it down